Leticia Coromoto Oramas Novels & Stories

He shook his head and ignored the moody bastard. “I saw her,” Ortega announce while they were in the car that would take them to the beach. Marcus wrinkled his forehead because he didn’t understand what Ortega was mumbling about. “Who?” he asked. “Lilian,” Ortega answered. “Ah, so you have to meet Paloma’s daughter, too. Wait, are you interested in her? What about Suzette?” Marcus inquired when Ortega mentioned Lilian. “She looked pretty and fresh in the morning,” Ortega continued.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Teresa shook her head vigorously with a terrified look in her eyes and screamed, "Amaria No!!" As it charged towards Amaria, the Chimera jumped down from above and shrieked loudly.

Amaris I jolt awake; the urge to get out of here is all-consuming. What is going on? I ask, the need for answers just as strong as the need to bolt. ‘Something—' she begins but then stops, as if reanalyzing whatever is making us feel this way. Then, suddenly, panic surges throughout my entire body as she states, ’Mate! Something is coming that will put him in danger. We cannot go to him yet, we must prepare.’

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.